stranger \\ cth

"nothing left"

heyoooo

so i hope everyones lives are going well!!

i just want to say a quick thank you because I'm nine hundred reads away fro 10k and thats fucking amazing i never thought that i would get to this point and y'all just blow me away I love all your lil faces

also unedited fight me

ok pls enjoy!!

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When Calum was a boy, it took him a long time to realize that people cared about him.

His parents were always too busy and too invented in Mali to care, and his sister was too busy soaking up all the attention. His friends were just friends and he never formed a really tight bond with any of them. His teammates were all stuck-up ássholes, and his coach couldn't give two shïts about any one of the players. Nothing really happened, no one really bothered, and Calum grew used to blending in and being a one man team. 

He was wrong. He thought there was no one in the entire universe who could become attached enough t feel obliged to make some happiness in his life. For years that was his mentality. 

But he was wrong. 

If there is a God, he was looking down at Calum that one fateful afternoon in the music room of Calum's school. Because while he was by himself, bass in hand and humming the melody to whatever song was stuck in his head at the time, a tall, lanky blond boy just happened to stumble in, knocking over a drum set on his way.

Calum looked over his shoulder, concerned as the boy picked himself off the ground and dusted off his pants.

 "Oh, uh, hey. I heard someone playing and thought I should check it out," the boy stuttered. 

Calum said nothing, just silently nodding his head and continued to play the riff he had been working on. He mentally note how awkward the stranger seemed. 

"I-uh, I'm Luke, by the way."

"Calum," he introduced. 

"That's a cool riff you have going on. You write that yourself?" Luke quipped, sitting down on the stool next to Calum. 

"Yeah, actually." This time Calum shot a small smile towards Luke. 

"Have any lyrics yet?" Luke asked, honestly trying to start a meaningful conversation. 

"No, I-uh, I'm not very good with that kind of stuff." Calum chuckled, embarrassed. 

"Can I have a shot?" Luke smiled, as Calum started to play the chords again. 

Neither boy might have known it at the time, but those were the first words of a friendship that would remain strong for longer than either imagined. 

And that was how the first song Calum ever wrote really became a song, as Luke sang and Calum played and "Gotta Get Out" was born. 

It was then that both boy met the first person that would really care for the well being of the other. 

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Luke was alone in the tour bus. 

He hadn't said a single word in two days. Ironically, it had been two days since Calum had dropped off the face of the earth. 

God, management was pissed. Well, at least that's how they appeared to be, but if they really wanted to find Cal, they could. They could track his phone, or credit card payments. They hadn't done any of that. Luke was almost positive they were enjoying the publicity. But they sure weren't enjoying the lack of revenue due to the cancelled shows.